Ezelreth had successfully torn apart those packs and even some traitorous vampires as a bonus. He was able to hit so many targets all at once, it was brilliant. He collected some of the bodies and Turned them, adding them to his monstrosity of an army.
He was so close to his goal. Little by little he'd take out the small packs. Collected more disposable creatures. And then attack the MoonChild on her own turf this time.
Violet watched in horror, as nothing but a bystander in her own mind. A hostage in her own body.
When the bloodshed was finally over the remainder of his army and his newest recruits went back through the weylines.
The rogues celebrated his return, he chuckled inwardly.
'The fools. Cheering for their brothers' demise. Thinking they will be spared from my plan.'
The wolves howled at the sight of them walking by. Ezelreth was so used to Violet's body, it was starting to feel more like his and less like hers.
But Violet, Violet never surrendered.
